My driver Tom speaks American English with me, but in a split second will switch to Liberian English if he needs to yell at another driver.

Today we were driving down Randall Street. A white SUV (99.9% of the time means international NGO) in front of us suddently starts backing into a parking space. The SUV did not having working brake lights, so the reverse caught Tom off guard and we had to slam on the brakes.

The conversation that ensued made me laugh.

Tom: (leaning head out window) You tell yaw bossman t’fix light-o!
Other Driver: (taking his sweet time to finish parking, holding up traffic on both sides)
Tom: Wah you doin’ man?
Other Driver: (shuts off engine) My bossman says sorry.